Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 2056 - 2064: Wuβerβs Thoughts (8)
It is now August, the hottest month of the year, and she wears very little, just a thin gauzy moon-white beizi. ππ£ππ²π°πππ§π π§ππ.πππΊ
Inside the beizi is a coupled-colored belly wrap, made from the thinnest madam silk cloth, just a small piece, barely covering the view in front of her chest. Upon closer inspection, the snow-white skin underneath seems to appear and disappear like the white orchids embroidered above, equally pure and dazzling; below is a scallion-green underpants, made of the same material as the belly wrap, the most translucent thin silk, easily revealing the curve of her thighs, those jade legs straight and long, like jade carvings.
Chong Wu originally intended to help her wipe the medicine soup off her body. When he took the handkerchief, as his hand was about to touch her belly wrap, he was suddenly stunned by the sight before himβthe bulging purple belly wrap was soaked with medicine soup, pressed against her chest...
Dong Wanβer continued to call out, haphazardly wiping the water stains from the belly wrap with the handkerchief, but the water stains kept flowing down, reaching the underpants and imprinting the view underneath. Chong Wu was already struggling to suppress his thoughts, but seeing this scene, the remaining shred of reason collapsed entirely.
Just then, perhaps due to Dong Wanβerβs excessive panic, she unexpectedly failed to kneel properly and fell headfirst into Chong Wuβs bosom. With soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, Chong Wuβs already stirring thoughts could no longer be restrained. He extended his arm, wrapped around Dong Wanβerβs body, and pressed down vigorously...
The nanny standing outside the door could not help but laugh triumphantly.
"Even if you are as cunning as a ghost, you will still taste the old ladyβs foot washing water..."
The little boy brought the imperial physician back hurriedly, while the nanny was in the courtyard nibbling on melon seeds. Seeing the little boy bringing the imperial physician, she hurried forward to block them, saying, "Apologies, Imperial Physician, but please return to where you came from. Our young lady has no time for a consultation now."
The little boy had used significant strength to invite the most renowned Wang Yuanpan from the Imperial Medical Institute. Wang Yuanpan was the last and only disciple of the retired Yao Yuanpan, whose exceptional medical skills brought him considerable fame in the Capital, not easily swayed by ordinary people. Just now, when trying to invite him, mentioning Mu Chongwu was ineffective, only when Mu Zhongqing was brought up did Wang Yuanpan reluctantly agree to come.
Yet upon entering, he encountered the maidβs brash demeanor, and the little boy immediately refused.
"Madam, the young master personally sent me to invite Wang Yuanpan. Duke Wu Qingβs madamβs health isnβt good, and she also invited Wang Yuanpan to examine, but Wang Yuanpan hurried here first. What a great honor, how can we say no without consultation?"
The maid laughed and said, "Itβs not me making things difficult for you, but now the young master and the young lady are preoccupied. If you dare go in and disturb them, I guarantee youβll be driven out."
The little boy, a half-grown youngster who had just reached the age of wearing his hair up, didnβt know what her words meant, stubbornly retorted, "I refuse to believe this foolishness today; after all, the young master sent me to invite Wang Yuanpan. Why are you standing here obstructing and babbling nonsense?"
